Its all gone
I let it go
Thing of the past
Turned into dust
I forgot it
I don't regret it
Doesn't bother me anyway
It is not in my way
Past is in the past
Moved on pretty fast
No longer gaze
In that strong haze
Now beyond history
Its no longer a mystery
Now its in the past
I moved on pretty fast
Wasn't it just rejection
After all that affection
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Behind The Sun
PoetryThe sunset must be felt, not seen. For we could have never known what could have been. 👑mèmamamé
